I was going to go to the bathroom, call Bena and tell her what was going on as hot Fola’s behaviour was confusing and how I thought he was just messing with my head. But just before I got to the door, just two inches away from the door, I missed a step, tripped over and fell down.
I forgot the documents for my meeting and with the way that Fola had been targeting me, I knew that if I didn’t have those papers, it would be disastrous, considering how he had reacted during my first presentation. I quickly dashed into the office to get them because me I didn’t want wahala with anybody. Before Demola and Salewa think I am ruining things on purpose.
“Or better still, you can tell me all about it over dinner?” He said.
Over dinner ke? What was bringing that one? Why couldn’t we just talk to Florence about it? Why did we have to go to dinner? Was this a test of our professionalism? Who was going to pay for it? Because it definitely wasn’t going to be me or any of my team members.